Flying low and feeling meanSee the cong by down the streamDrop my load and watch 'em scream'Cuz napalm sticks to kids

See the huts down on the coastForty children at the mostNapalm burns them black as toast'Cuz napalm sticks to kids

Gonna paint your life, all pretty little dreamsExcept noone told you that nothing's what it seemsYou play around in your sandbox full of shitNever takin' a chance to jump into the pit!

You fly around with your head up in the cloudsCan't see nothin' below you when you're feet don't touch the groundYou don't need reality, life is just a dreamGuess I should've told you that this is what it means:Its a free-for-all!

Television babies fedAll in pictures, color red"Can't you see what this has done to me?A helpless vitim of society."